Waited most of her young life
Patient, then frantic, doubting
Now? When?
Pleading.
Found him, once,
desperation rule
gone now, bitterness rule
wounded dove
He was there, wasn’t he?
Why can’t she see him
through the mist
that shrouds her eyes
Where is he?
There, over there
peering
waiting
holding a breath until
Children crying,
Mist again,
Why isn’t he here
Now
it will be soon
Perhaps not
no promises
the pain exploding her heart,
aching, making her cringe.
Children growing.
Too many years, wasted,
looking hoping
Not appearing
a vapor in the distance.
Silently gouged
Lunging into screaming
It may never be
They never were
Dead dream
no peace, alone
children grown
they and her
Can they see her pain?
Broken, she is, but
Her life is
Children are
without they.
Resolve, not a victim
Her wounds scar
Her heart burns
Children are her they
Struggle, tired, work
no strong arm
Day to night to day
always
Who will help in her pain?
night after night
alone in her thoughts
no dreams
resolve, strength, iron
Children gone,
scars covered
strength gained
Her pain hidden
Children have children
They start anew
the cycle begins
pleading for they to last.
As they return to soothe her pain!